The Geeta In Your Kiss - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

There are nights, and there is the night.Petals dark blossom, an orchid rare.Swallow me whole, I writhe in delight.Caverns of desires, walls jaded, With rubies and amethysts that adorned The well of your bosom and mist of youthYou drag me through the grasslands of memoriesI thrash against the stones where our bodies touchedFlowers bloom from the corners where we took our turnsRed roses mark yours, Chrysanthemums mark mineYou maul me, eat me alive raw, your kisses sear my soulMy darling in my dreams in your kiss I saw the beginning and end of the cosmos.